“Let’s go for a ride, shall we?” Mama suggested one day. “The weather is beautiful today.”
The weather had been chilly and damp for the past few weeks, but now it seemed that March was indeed going out like a lamb.
“Do you feel well enough?” It had been a couple of months since she’d stopped being sick in the mornings, but he knew some women could lose the babies they carried under their hearts. He remembered Mora, the little sister who was buried on the rancho.
“I do.”
“All right then. I’ll saddle the horses.”
“May we come too?” Noelle asked. She was the spitting image of Mama except for the small star-shaped birthmark on her wrist.
“Of course,” Mama said. Mrs. Hall came to visit for a little while most days, but she hadn’t that day. “Get your coat and hat and boots. I’ll make sure
